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Another verse poem.

Return of the Drummer Boy

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier19 Jul 2013

Caustic beats blur away silence
and the way he's fiddling his thumbs
the moon's his drum
Got the crowds waving too much
for this night's soul to be only a hum

No politician addresses the epidemic called
the silence of the slums
They're out to whiskey and rum
So much so by the time of a decade
Their tongues are glum
If we persist on speaking,
to them we're only persistent bums

Education is poetry, supposedly
but throughout my years
it was a sort of joke you see
There were times when it didn't even grow on me
It was done so stoically,
stone castle with moat
no trees

American freedom hasn't rung, Given
we need aptitude to dream
His thought process isn't far off though
He just drums.
If your any good at laughs you'll appreciate
the way he takes our attention away from the crumbs.

He raises his sticks
And we're strung
brings us to a place, Hallelujah
This life's done.